It's the late 60s. A ragged hippy type enters a posh restaurant, tucks his napkin in his shirt and brandishes the cutlery. He summons the head waiter and orders.
"Hey man gimme fried chicken man. Not too hot man not too spicy man - but like in the groove man. In the groove"
The waiter returns shortly with a message. He says "I have conveyed your order to our head chef sir. And he's awaiting your pleasure in the kitchen. He's pulled down his trousers and underpants and assumed the position. He'd like you to kiss his arse sir. Not on the left cheek man. Not on the right cheek man. But like in the groove man. in the groove."